xp_logs | Angelo and Logan in the fencing hall

Logan stepped through his kata, staff swinging in precise arcs and jabs through the air. The fencing hall was quiet, but for the woosh of the staff cutting through the air and the dull thud of Logan's footsteps.

Angelo wandered down to the fencing hall to see if anyone was there - he always enjoyed watching spars and practices. Seeing through the glass in the door that Logan was in the room, he slipped in quietly and sat down by the wall to watch in silence.

Logan heard the door open, smelled who it was, and continued his kata without pausing. When he was finished with the form he was working on, he turned around and nodded at Angelo, holding the staff by his side. "Hey."

Angelo nodded back, well aware that Logan had known he was there from the moment he'd come in. "Hey."

Logan turned and put the staff in the weapons closet. "They let you outta the infirmary, then, huh?" He had no idea how quickly "normal" people healed from wounds like Angelo's.

Angelo nodded. "Yeah. Just kept me there for the night, to check for concussion."

Logan leaned against the closet. "That's good. How 'bout your ribs? They doin' okay? Thought I heard Hank say somethin' about 'em bein' broke."

Angelo shrugged. "Not broken, exactly. Cracked, though, yeah. They're healin'."

Logan nodded. That made sense. "So they're lettin' y'get on while they're healin', then. That's gotta be better'n bein' stuck in one of them gurneys again."

Angelo nodded enthusiastically. "Much better. Kinda gets borin' down there."

"I been down there once'r twice, when th'docs didn't know t'leave well 'nough alone. Too quiet, smells bad." Logan rolled one shoulder in a semblance of a shrug.

Another nod. "Yeah, sounds about right. 'Cept I can't say I ever noticed it smellin' bad. Just too clean."

Logan wrinkled his nose. The medlabs smelled like nightmares. He didn't like the way his thoughts were going, so he changed directions. "Y'come down here just t'watch?"

Angelo grinned suddenly. "So far, yeah. I'd been plannin' to start trainin', but..." He gestured at himself to indicate his past injuries, from the fire and the fight.

Logan nodded. "Y'gonna work on your own, or y'plannin' on joinin' one of th'trainin' sessions wit' me'r Wisdom?" He paused, cocked his head, and asked, "Or were y'wantin' somethin' a bit more one-on-one?"

"Bit of both, I thought", Angelo said pensively. "It's all useful, after all."

Logan nodded. "Your welcome t'join my trainin' session, an' if your wantin' some trainin' on th'side, I've got time." He shrugged. "Wisdom'd prob'ly take y', if you'd rather."

"Think I'd like to train with you, if you don't mind", Angelo replied.

Logan shook his head. "Long as y'don't go'n get y'self stuck in the medlab again, we c'n start after your ribs're healed up. After the break mebbe?"

Angelo chuckled. "Well, I'll definitely try not to get stuck down there again. An' that sounds good to me."

Logan grinned. "Figured y'wouldn't object t'that. You're welcome t'sit in on th'group sessions 'til then, if y'want."

Angelo nodded, smiling. "Thanks. Can't hurt to watch - pick up some things before I get to take part."

Logan nodded. "Th'others won't mind an' it'll do y'good t'see how I work 'fore y'get started."

Angelo grinned his agreement. "Yeah, I think it will."

"We meet in here, most times. We c'n talk, after you're healed up, 'bout what time y'wanna meet for th'private lessons." Logan pushed off the closet and shoved his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.

Angelo nodded. "Sounds good! Should be fit to start in a few weeks, I think."

"Let me know when the docs clear y't'start, then." Logan jerked his head toward the door. "I'll see y'in trainin'. I'm gonna get outta here."

Angelo pushed himself to his feet - no point staying there with nobody else around. "Will do. See you later, then."

Logan nodded and walked out, heading back upstairs. He could use a shower and maybe some food.